Monday, June 20, 2016

Monday, June 20, 2016

annus horribilis

Posted by Hippobean at 9:15 PM 0 comments
Another beloved gone ...

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Thursday, June 09, 2016

Thursday, June 09, 2016

revenge has a long memory

Posted by Hippobean at 8:01 PM 0 comments
I have been betrayed, too, it seems, by the Iron Master. Another place has been prepared for me - not Evenwood, the dream-palace of my childhood fancies, but some modest dwelling amongst other modest dwelling, where I shall live and die, unnoticed and unremembered, in perpetual exile from life that should have been mine. But I shall not die unavenged.

*The Meaning of Night: A Confession: Michael Cox

no home

Posted by Hippobean at 12:00 AM 0 comments
Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more

Don't say -- goodbye
Don't say -- I didn't try...

These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies
You told us
The hurt, the blame!

And we will weep
To be so alone
We are lost!
We can never go home

So in the end
I will be -- what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me

Now we say -- goodbye
We say -- you didn't try...

These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!

And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost!
You can never go home

* lyrics by Fran Walsh

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